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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.