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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gap Band 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.