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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.