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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.