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 Armenia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.