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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.