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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.