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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.