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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
June Days,
Excepter,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.