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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Television,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.