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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.