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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Mars,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.