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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.