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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.