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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.