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 Germany and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Simply Red 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.