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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Swans,
Ronan,
a-ha,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.