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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.