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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.