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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.