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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Brick,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.