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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.