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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Index,
AZ,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.