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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.