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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.