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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.