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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
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.