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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.