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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Lalann,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.