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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.