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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.