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 Iceland and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Crime,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Franke,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.