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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.