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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.