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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.