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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.