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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 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 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.