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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.