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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.