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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Names,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.