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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.