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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.