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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.