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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.