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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.