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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Gong,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.