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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.