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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.