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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.