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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.