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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.