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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.