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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.