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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.