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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.