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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.