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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.