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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.