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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.