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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.