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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Shoche to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.