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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
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.