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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.