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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.