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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.