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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.