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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.