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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.