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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.