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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.