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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.