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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.