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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Television,
UT,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.