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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.