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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.