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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.