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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.