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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.