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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.