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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.