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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
DNA,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.