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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.