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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.