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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.