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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
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.