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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.