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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.