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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.