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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.