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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.