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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.