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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.