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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.