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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.