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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Kayak,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.