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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.