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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.