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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.