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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
X-101,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.