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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.