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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.