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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.