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 Chile 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.