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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.