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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.