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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.