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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.