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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.