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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.