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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.