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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
X-102,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.