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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.