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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.