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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.