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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.