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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.