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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.