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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Scion,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.