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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.