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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.