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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.