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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Black Moon 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
X-102,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.