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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.