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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Television,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.