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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Crime,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.