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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.