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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.