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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.