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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Germs,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Television,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.