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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s 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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.