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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Index,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.