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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.