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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.