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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.