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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Neu!,
Can,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.