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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Wire,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.