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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Human League,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Hoover,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.