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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Scion,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.