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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.