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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.