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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.