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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
New Order,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.