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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.