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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Nils Olav,
Q65,
MDC,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.