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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.