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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.