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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.