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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Quantec,
UT,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.