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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.