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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.