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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.