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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.