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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Move,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.