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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
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.