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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
UT,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.