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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.