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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.