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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Crime,
Nas,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.