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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Q65,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.