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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.