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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.