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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.