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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.