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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.