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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Monks,
X-101,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.