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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Faust,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.