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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.