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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.