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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Crime,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.