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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.