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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.