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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.