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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.