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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.