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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.