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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.