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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Slave,
Surgeon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.