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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.