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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.