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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Pole,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.