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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Smog,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.