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 Cuba and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.