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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Niagra,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.