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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.