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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.