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 United States 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.