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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
DNA,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.