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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.