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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
cv313,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.