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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Human League,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Skaos,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.