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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.