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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.