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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.