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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.