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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.