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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.