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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.