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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
ABC,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.