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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.