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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.