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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.