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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
DNA,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.