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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.