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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.