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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.