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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.