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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
UT,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.