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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.