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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.