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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.