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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 UT to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Visage,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.