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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.