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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
New Order,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Index,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.