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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.