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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.