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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.