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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.