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 South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.