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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.