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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.