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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.