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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Wire,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.