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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.