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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.