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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Brick,
The Motions,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.