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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.