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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Little Man 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.