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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.