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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.