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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.