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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.