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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.