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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.