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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.