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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.