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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.