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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.