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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.