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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Gories,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.