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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.