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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.