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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.