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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.