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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.