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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.