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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.