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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.