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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
New Order,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.