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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.