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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.