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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Can,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.