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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.