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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Nas,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.