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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.