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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.