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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.