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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.