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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.