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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.