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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.