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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.