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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Quantec,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.