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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.