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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.