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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.