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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Scientists,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.