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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.