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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.