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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.