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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Can,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.