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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.