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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.