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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.