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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.