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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.