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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.