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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.