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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.