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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.