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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.