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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.