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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.