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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.