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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.