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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Technova,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.