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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.