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 Georgia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.