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 Suriname and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.