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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.