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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.