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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.