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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
UT,
the Swans,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.