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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
June Days,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.