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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.