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 Ghana and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.