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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.