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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.