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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Nas,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.