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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Move,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.