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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.