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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.