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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.