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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.