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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.