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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.