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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Q65,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.