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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.