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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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 Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.