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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
X-101,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.