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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.