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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.