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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.