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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Index,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Gong,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.