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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.