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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.