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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.