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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
UT,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.