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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.