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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Lalann,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.