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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.