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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.