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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.