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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Index,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.