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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.