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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.