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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Zapp,
Mars,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.