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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.