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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.