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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.