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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.