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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.