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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Cluster,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.