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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.