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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
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.