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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.