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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.