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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.