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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Nas,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
JFA,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.