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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.