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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.