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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.