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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.