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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.