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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.