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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.