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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.