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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.