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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.