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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.