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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.