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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.