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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Index,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.