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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.