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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.