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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Index,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.