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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.