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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.