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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.