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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.