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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.