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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.