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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.