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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.