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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.