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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.