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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.