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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.