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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 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 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.