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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.