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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.