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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.