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 United States and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.