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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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?
Slave,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.