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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Residents,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.