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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.