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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
ABC,
Chrome,
Hoover,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.