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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.