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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Flipper,
Magma,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.