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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.