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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.