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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.