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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.