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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.