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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.