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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.