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 China and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.