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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.