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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.