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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.