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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.