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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.