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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.