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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.