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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.