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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.