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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.