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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Monks,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.