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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.