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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 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 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 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.