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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.