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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.