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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.