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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.