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 China and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.