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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Yaz,
UT,
AZ,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.