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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.