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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Franke,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.