Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.