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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.