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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.