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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.