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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.