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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
the Association,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.