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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.