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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.