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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.