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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.