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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.