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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Television,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.