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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.