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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Pylon,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Visage,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.