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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.