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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Magma,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.