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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.