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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Cowsills to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.