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 Spain and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.