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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.