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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.