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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.