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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.