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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.