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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.