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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.