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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.