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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.