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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
DNA,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.