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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.