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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.