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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.