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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Index,
Crime,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.