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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.