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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
the Swans,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.