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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.