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 India and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.