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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.