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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.