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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.