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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.