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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.