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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.