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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.