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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.