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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.