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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.