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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
John Holt,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.