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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.