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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.