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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Fear,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.