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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy 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?
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.