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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.