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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.