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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Franke,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.