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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.