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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.