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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.