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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.