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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.