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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.