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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.