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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.