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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Martian,
Can,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.