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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.