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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.