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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
PIL,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.