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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Alphaville 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.