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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.