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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.