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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.