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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
AZ,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.