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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.