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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Skaos,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.