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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.