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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.