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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Hoover,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.