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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.