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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.