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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Urselle,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.