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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Saints,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.