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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.