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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
X-102,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.