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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Monks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.