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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.