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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.