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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.