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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.