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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.