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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.