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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.