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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Franke,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
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.