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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.