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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
JFA,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.