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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
JFA,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.