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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
AZ,
the Association,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.