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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.