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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.