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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 June Days 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.