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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Rekid,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.