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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.