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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.