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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.