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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
MDC,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Hashim,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.