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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.